Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage by Viola Grace Read Free Book Online Page A

contact with his pierced and held tight. As his hot juice filled her waiting womb, warm blood coated her skin and trickled to the crumpled satin under her completely unnoticed.
    Her orgasm lasted longer than any known. She was blinded and deafened by the sheer force of it as it tore through her with ever-increasing intensity. A new life force filled her long vacant womb while Captain Adam Walker’s own life force pooled beneath their joined forms.
    Finally, the trembling, breathless force began to ebb and the queen of the Lacertilians came back to her body. Adam’s weight on her suddenly seemed unbearable. With shaky palms pressed flat against the fronts of his shoulders, she tried in vain to push her lover from her. There was no moving him. He was dead weight.
    “Don’t just stand there gaping. Come and lift him from me. Now! Get him off me, now!”
    The guards lifted Adam from her before she even finished her panic-filled command. As they rolled him onto his back beside her, she snarled at them to take care with him. In one swift movement, she pressed the oval at his throat and rose to grab her robe.
    With the Lacertilian suit fluidly covering his body, she instructed four of the guards to transport him with as much haste as possible to the infirmary. “I will follow in his wake as soon as I am presentable.”
     
    * * * *
     
    The door swooshed smoothly, silently open. Zandria, Queen of the Lacertilians descended on the gathered physicians as an avenging angel may. They trembled to their knees under her glare, heads lowered in subjugation.
    “You have had more trills than could possibly be necessary, is he well? Have you healed his weak, soft body?”
    “Your highness,” the head physician rose to address her. “The suit healed his physical wounds before he was ever brought to us. I fear his weakened state goes deeper than anything physical.”
    The unfamiliar fear that filled her heart shocked Zandria to her very core, but she refused to allow anyone to see it on her face or in her manner. With steady, measured steps, she moved to the side of the narrow bed where Adam lay unconscious. No sign of the inner tremble moved her fingers as she reached out to momentarily touch his arm. He was so still. She desperately longed to shake him awake. Make him understand how sorry she was for his injuries. Beg for his forgiveness. If he would only open his eyes, look at her, even just a flicker of a lid, she would fall to her knees and promise him anything he could ever ask for. She had been selfish and unthinking. Silently, she promised him that it would never happen again—if he would only wake up. “So he is lost? Is that what you are saying? That with all of our vast knowledge and superior technology, you are unable to save this one simple man? Is that really what you are trying to tell me?”
    “Not precisely, my Queen. In the past century, we have made great gains in our ability to treat the lesser beings of these vast galaxies. As with the last human male, you drained him most completely with your legendary needs. However there is still a glimmer of life within this man’s body. If you look closely at the holographic sensors you can see the sluggish movement of his single heart. He was in very fine shape and clearly had conditioned his body to give more than most men when it came to sexual encounters. Whether that was from the near-constant manipulation he gave his lacertilian sexual organs since he has been here or if he spent a great deal of time spreading his seed before his arrival will remain an unknown. Either way, it is a lucky turn of events for him.
    “Human males traditionally have a down time after they expel their seed. With the amount of seed you tore from this man, he simply needs a while longer than most to recover.”
    Zandria stood and watched the holographic heart pump blood through translucent veins and arteries in the space above his true body. She felt each pump within her own chest as if her